Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.